Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well.

This week we have another collection of stories that I know you will enjoy.

Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

The Social Experiment, written by Like I Did.

Let me start off by saying that I joined the experiment a while ago.

I've tried before to talk to people about it, but nobody believes me and I can't exactly blame them.

I haven't been able to properly sleep, either live since I made it back home.

Plagued by feelings of tremendous guilt.

I hope sharing this will help my conscience.

Day 1

The apartment looked pretty decent.

It was small but had everything that I needed.

One room with a bed, although a pillow and blanket were missing.

In the middle of the room was a table with two chairs.

Not sure why I would need two as the main part of this experiment was me being alone in the room,

isolated from the outside world.

In the back was a small food elevator, like the ones that you would see in old movies.

That's how I would receive my meals.

There were big, abstract paintings.

I had a chalkboard to write on, and of course, there is a laptop so that I could communicate with.

Um, with who exactly?

I opened the laptop.

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